My Angel

9 - Gentle Memories

Angela arrived at Fareeha's truck more happy than the Egyptian woman would've expected.

"What did she want?" Fareeha inquired upon the woman's arrival.

Angela hesitated before answering. "Oh... it was nothing important.."

Fareeha nodded and the two spent the next few moments in a strange silence before Fareeha spoke up again.

"There's something ... something about her that's ... strange"

"Well, yes, she is rather unconventional I should say," Angela's thoughts turned back to the the towering Irish woman at that remark. Her cheeks flushed a slight pink.

"No not like that ..." Fareeha murmured, her brows knitted in deep thought. "It's just ... I swear I've heard of her ... not from Overwatch, though."

"Well, she was in the Blackwatch organization."

"Something like that ... but ..." Fareeha sighed " Ah nothing, I must be getting my thoughts confused." she stared back at Angela " Either way, I wouldn't exactly trust her."

"Oh... " Angela began to study the ground.

She took note of Angela's disappointed gaze.

"What's going on between you two? In the restaurant you couldn't stand her and now your upset that I say you can't trust her?" Fareeha's tone was more concerned than anything else.

"It's... It's complicated."

"Complicated?" She didn't seem convinced.

"Ahh, well, she just apologized for important things and.... And it meant a lot too me. "

"I see," she nodded " Just please take what I said into consideration.

Angela nodded.

"Good," Fareeha smiled. "Anyway, what do you say about dinner on Friday? "

Angela nodded "Ja, that would be nice."

*****

Moira couldn't focus once she arrived back at work. She constantly checked her phone, and jumped whenever it vibrated. Even though she so desperately wanted to contact the lovely doctor she knew she couldn't. If Angela wanted to contact her, she could, but Moira had already said her final good byes. If one thing was for certain, she always kept her word ... Well, actually, not always, but this time she definitely would. Not just for her own sake, but for dear Angela's as well.

Moira's face twisted as thoughts swirled her mind and she fiddled with the lab equipment, not actually accomplishing anything productive. She soon halted in all these areas as someone entered the laboratory.

" Sombra, please go." She stated firmly.

" Do I look like a purple gremlin to you? " a gruff voice snapped from behind.

Moira whipped around to find Gabe standing there, his mask was off and his hood was down, revealing his scarred face.

" Gabe.... what brings you to my labratory," she quickly regained her flawless composure, and strode over to the man. " Do you require adjustments to your fade?"

" I think all of our gear will need tweaks. Vialli has another mission planned for us already."

" And I'm to assume he has decided not to invite me once again?"

" There's no fighting involved, so no need for a medic," Gabe began to grow frustrated. " Vialli asked Widowmaker, Sombra and I to rescue Doomfist. Later we'll take him to a Casino in Monaco where he'll meet with Maxmillion on behalf of Talon."